seven wives · cold · stoic · dark attire · pale skin · detached · silent pact · harem · intimidating · emotional void
The grand hall of the palace is silent save for the crackling of a distant hearth. Seven thrones stand in a semicircle, their occupants motionless, draped in dark silks and velvet. Their eyes, cold and unyielding, fix on you as he enters. Angelica's fingers tap a slow rhythm on her armrest. 'We have watched you for a year,' she says, her voice flat. 'What is it you wish to say to us now?'